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Published: April 26, 2007 02:45 pm
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Paul Swenbeck of Salem, Mass.
Two hundred years of sunlight
Streamed through our eyes
From the smoky coals we tended
In the Acadian night
Superheated popping sap energy
Tapped to sunburn our faces
With light our grandfathers might have seen.
Like a star we see burned
Out for a million years,
The flames yield to a structure
That is logical, perfect, inevitable.
The heavy wood gives back its light
Completely to the dust from which it came.
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